On the third day, the popularity of cropped trousers continued to grow, and even garment factories in the nearby county drove their big Dongfengs to purchase the goods.

The popularity of Qingshan Garment Factory once surpassed that of Baiyun Garment Factory at its peak.

Ye Yun is still preparing to reopen the store.

The garbage in the shop had been taken out and the junk had been sold. The shop was now entering the renovation stage. She held a wet towel and supervised Chen Zhenxing as he stood on a stool and painted the walls with white lime.

no way.

Since they couldn't afford to hire anyone, Director Chen had to do it himself.

Factory Director Chen was very depressed and sad. He was so frustrated that he didn't even have the energy to work.

The Qingshan store opposite is crowded every day, which is undoubtedly a psychological torture for him.

Especially after get off work every day, the clerk of Qingshan Clothing Store would check the accounts. There were handfuls of banknotes on the table, which made his eyes red, as if a hungry wolf that had been hungry for half a year saw a pile of fresh meat.

The huge impact force gnawed at his tense nerves like ants every day.

He endured it, endured it with all his strength.

But the clerk at Qingshan's shop seemed to have done it on purpose and piled all the banknotes in the most conspicuous place on the table for him to see.

Damn it, he's so pissed off!

Every time this happened, Ye Yun would pat his shoulder and coax him: "Don't look at it, I'll take you to eat meat buns after get off work."

Every time this happened, Chen Zhenxing burst into tears.

On the other side, Yang Qinglin was counting the receipts in the factory with satisfaction, laughing.

"Ye Yun, Ye Yun, what can you use to fight me? As long as you dare to come up with a design, I dare to make it. I will make one for every design you come up with. Unless you never come up with a design in your life, all of them will be mine!"

He waved his hand gracefully, and the receipt with numbers written on it fell to the ground.

The sound of triumphant laughter lingered in the office. The strings of numbers written on the receipts were the huge amounts of money that flowed into Qingshan Garment Factory, and also paved the way for his promotion.

After Chen Zhenxing's downfall, he thought he would no longer be able to create popular styles.

However, he was able to become the director of Qingshan Garment Factory thanks to the styles designed by Chen Zhenxing, so he was content. He was also prepared to be the director until retirement.

Unexpectedly, Ye Yun suddenly showed up halfway!

It’s really the old man who is helping him!

After the New Year, he will report the factory's profits... Humph, he must be promoted!

How could Yang Qinglin let go of such a good opportunity to humiliate Ye Yun?

He went to the department store immediately.

As soon as he entered Bai Yun's store, he could not hide the smugness in his tone and the contempt in his eyes, and said with a sigh: "Ye Yun, have you seen how popular the seven-point pants are? Let me tell you, the garment factories in the nearby counties all come to me to buy goods!"

Ye Yun: “…”

She was busy handing white lime to Chen Zhenxing, who was painting the wall while standing on a chair, and didn't even look at Yang Qinglin.

Yang Qinglin was not angry. The endless profits made him feel good. He sighed pretentiously, "Alas, people cannot refuse to accept their fate. Some people are just lucky. They don't have to do anything and have everything!"

"Hey, some people just can't do that. No matter what they do, they're just trash!"

After saying this, he laughed again, with pride and sarcasm evident between the lines. He curled the corners of his lips in disdain and stared meaningfully at Chen Zhenxing who was painting the wall.

Chen Zhenxing was painting the wall seriously, but the throbbing veins on his forehead revealed his anger.

Yang Qinglin looked at Ye Yun again, took a deep breath, calmed down, and said almsgivingly: "How about it, Ye Yun? Do you want to come with me?"

Walk?

Ye Yun finally opened her eyes and looked at him, curling the corners of her lips.

She glanced at Qingshan Garment Factory across the street, lowered her eyelids, and suddenly sneered, "Director Yang, the matter has not yet come to an end, and we don't know who will win or lose."

Yang Qinglin's face turned grim.

"Ye Yun, what do you mean?" He narrowed his eyes, his face full of threats, "I'm telling you, this is the last of my patience, don't refuse my toast and drink a forfeit!"

"oh?"

Ye Yun smiled.

Just then, a fierce noise suddenly came from the Qingshan shop opposite.

"What kind of quality are these pants of yours? They've only been worn for three days and there's already a huge tear in the crotch! Do you think we're fools? Give me back my money!"

“Mine is rotten too!”

"Our child just squatted a few more times, and with a swish, he was torn! What kind of shabby clothes did your Qingshan Garment Factory make? Do you think it's easy to cheat us out of our money?"

"Give me back! I must give you back!"

More and more customers came into Qingshan's store holding torn trousers, clamoring for their money back, causing several sales clerks to panic and hide in the back.

"Oh no! Something unexpected happened!"

Ye Yun curled her lips into a smile, and looked at Yang Qinglin provocatively with a look that seemed to be causing chaos in the world.

At this moment, Yang Qinglin was looking at the Qingshan store opposite, which was suddenly asked to return the money, with a confused look on his face. He was stunned by the scene in front of him.

What's going on?

How could this happen suddenly?

What's going on?